Frailty /Depressed! Deku x Bakugou/

Chapter 15

"So.. um, I was thinking... do you wanna have a night out with me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki's chewing stopped, a brow raised as he gave Izuku a questioning look then swallowed.

"You mean like a night on patrol..?" The blond asks, puzzled. Izuku wasn't allowed on patrol for the time being, so of course he assumed for the worst. He knew his way around words, whether Katsuki liked to admit it or not...

"No, no. Like to a restaurant or something, I don't know. It's weird, just- just forget about it." He shook his head, putting his chopsticks down and looking to his lap. "Hey," his green eyes bored into Katsuki's red ones.

"It's not weird, nerd. Sure, when do you wanna go?"

Katsuki could've sworn he saw Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement.

"S-Saturday night..? There's this place I used to hang out at, like a bar... It's really nice so I would wanna go there with you, too." Izuku fiddled with his fingers as he spoke, his pale cheeks dusted with faint red, smiling.

"Sure, Izu." Katsuki answered, smiling as well. He was happy to hang out with the boy. Above all, he was glad Izuku was opening up; he wasn't all bottled up in his dorm, under his covers, he ate at least one meal a day...

It's a good sign, at least I fucking hope so...

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The second the door to the place Izuku took him to opened, Katsuki was hit by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, his nose twitched by how sudden it came to but he got used to it fairly quick. The next shock was when Izuku held his hand with his cold one and dragged him around till he found the table he was looking for.

Izuku looked at him with wide, doe eyes, clearly expecting Katsuki to say something. His cheeks burned as he flashed his eyes around the place.

Fuck, he's beautiful.

Warm, orange and yellow fairy lights hung on the walls mixed with fake ivy leaves; wooden walls surrounding them in a large space, music sounding soft to his ears, the table's seats stuffed with plush, colorful pillows on the corners.

"W-Well?"

Izuku's shy voice brings him back.

"This place looks like it's from a damn movie..." Katsuki says as they sit down, it was a corner table to he scooted closer to Izuku, only then realizing how hot he felt. "Is it getting warmer here?"

"You're welcome to take your jacket off, Kacchan." Izuku chuckled as he took off his scarf, his puffy jacket remaining.

"You cold?" Katsuki asks, worried. It was, in fact, warm here. "Don't worry, Kacchan. I'm always cold in some way whether it's winter or summer... it's probably the iron deficiency, I'll be okay, let's just enjoy tonight, yeah?"

Katsuki wants to say something, anything. But he can't bring himself to do so. Izuku only seemed at peace when and only when he ignored his problems. He knew this wasn't healthy but he couldn't help but smile,

"Alright, as you wish..."

And that's how it begun.

Izuku ordered drink after drink, feeling more and more relaxed one after the other while Katsuki grew more anxious.

It had only been two hours and Izuku seemed wasted already. His cheeks screamed red, a smile never leaving his lips as he talked on and off while one cigarette followed the next.

"Kac'han~ c'mon, just one!!" Izuku leaned over to Katsuki's chest, holding a lid up cigar close to the blond's mouth, slurring out his words in a second.

"Fuckin- fine."

It was the millionth time, that Izuku offered (insisted/forced) Katsuki to have a smoke but the way he said it and how he said it made the blond give in at last. As he inhaled it, he felt Izuku drawing circles on his covered chest with his finger, he chocked on the smoke.

"Kacchan's so perfect..." the greenette whispered quietly, "I wish I was like Kacchan..."

Placing the stick on the side of the ashtray, Katsuki lifted up Izuku's face with his hand, seeing mournful tears bottling up on Izuku's bloodshot eyes, his heart hurt.

It was the alcohol talking, surely. Put deep down, Katsuki told himself: you're the perfect one, I wish I was like you.

But no matter how he looked at it, he also knew that's what Izuku thought. He had seen how Izuku's eyes never left him while they changed, the way that look on his face... both admiring and envious. He knew that's what Izuku thought.

"You're perfect, you hear me? You're perfect in every way possible, Izu."

The words seemed to have came in from one ear and left from the other, Izuku cupped his cheek, his touch gentle as it could get as he caressed it.

"You don't mean that... mean Kacchan~ y-you're the perf'ct one, your mind, your soul, your body." Izuku's hand traveled lower, passing over Katsuki bare neck to his biceps, smoothing around it.

"You're every bit of the person I wanna be, Katsuki."

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing to me, Izuku?"

Katsuki got up, pulling Izuku by his tiny waist as he led them to the restrooms. The second he made sure no one was around, Izuku's back was against the cold, stone walls.

His curls bubed up, showing his green eyes as he rose his head to look at Katsuki.

"Kacchan..?"

Katsuki leaned closer and lower as he could to get to Izuku's height; his left hand remaining on Izuku's waist, the other caressing his cheek.

"Can I.. kiss you, Izuku?"

At that moment, Izuku's cold lips met his warm ones.

But Katsuki pulled away, will he even remember we did this? No, he may not. I can't take advantage of him like this, this isn't fucking right... shit—

"I-I'm sorry, Kacchan... sorry, I.. I um, shouldn't have done that... you wouldn't want me... I-I get it."

Fuck.

Izuku pushed the blond's hand away from his waist, eyes watering. Just a stupid mistake, he doesn't want me. No one could ever want me.

"It's not like that—" Izuku wouldn't listen, the greenette cut him off, leaning a hand for support to the wall as he turned away, not having the courage to look at Katsuki again.

"Let's just... can you drop me off to my house? I can't drive like this..."